Ok, more weirdness -- I'm going to have to try and figure out why I was thinking about Huey & The News this morning before I read your posting here.
I was in the shower and the song "Bad is Bad" was going through my mind . . . even though I haven't heard that song in years. It's interesting you mentioned that particular scene in the movie, because it was kind of an aside from the main point.
That was an entertaining story.
I love the ziggy stardust t-shirt part! And I do believe people can create more of these events if they pay attention to it.
Now, it's easy for skeptics to dismiss it, and say groups of seemingly related occurrences are bound to happen, statistically, when actually the events are still random. But I think more like you do -- what if the events aren't random, but we just think they are? What if it's all patterns, and we only notice some of them, because they are everywhere all the time? We're always told how we have to filter stimuli because there's so darned much of it, and I think we filter this out too because otherwise our thoughts would be totally fixated on one pattern after another after another.
I get a lot of occurrences that I call reflections, because they are just a simple coincidence. It's because there's so many of them that I get a little weirded out. Yesterday I was at a garage sale and down the street there was a super-loud BANG! We all went into the driveway to see what happened, and a guy had been hauling something on a trailer and a trailer tire blew out. When I got back in the car, immediately on the radio somebody said, "Start your 4th of July with a bang!"
I cashed a check at the bank for $77 and asked for five's. Then I went to the supermarket and the total was $10.10, and I gave the cashier $20.10, and thought maybe I should ask for the change in five's, but I figured I had plenty. She handed me two five's.
In the thread "Things You Never Knew Existed," there was a posting about switchwords, and how using the word 'count' can bring in money. I thought that was pretty wack, but what the heck, I had to walk two blocks to a rummage sale and I was chanting 'count count count' thinking maybe it would bring in a big pile of money (it hasn't - yet!
). At the sale, the wife was razzing the husband because he wasn't helping at the sale, he was just sitting around. I picked up some magazines and said "Who's taking money?" and she says, "He is!" And he goes, "I'm busy!" And everyone laughs, and I hand him the magazines, and he counted them out loud and then said "I'm the book counter."
And so it goes all day.